Selection from the Southern Poets, Selected and Ed. by William Lander WeberWilliam Lander Weber Macmillan, 1901 - 221 páginas |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Advance the flag ALEXANDER BEAUFORT MEEK angels Annabel Lee arms to arms Baltimore Banner battle beauty bells born brave breast bright Carolina Charleston cloud dark dead death died doth dream earth Edgar edition EDWARD COATE PINKNEY English eyes flag of Dixie floats Florence Vane Furl genius Georgia glory golden grave hand hath Hayne Hayne's hear heart heaven Henry Timrod hills of Habersham Irwin Russell Israfel JOHN REUBEN King land Lenore light Lily literary literature marshes of Glynn MOCKING BIRD never Nevermore night o'er PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE pine Poe's poem Raven Read RICHARD HENRY WILDE river roll shining Sidney Lanier sigh Simms sing skies sleep smile soft song soul South Spring star-spangled banner stars sweet tears Terra-re thee THEODORE O'HARA thine thou Ulalume valleys of Hall Virginia voice volume of verse wave wild wing ΙΟ
Passagens conhecidas
Página 17 - Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore. Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted...
Página 31 - All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone — They are neither man nor woman — They are neither brute nor human — They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells!
Página 31 - In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple...
Página 11 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, "weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door : Only this and nothing more.
Página 94 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Página 27 - The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me Yes! that was the reason (as all men know. In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night. Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Página 95 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Página 19 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door...
Página 22 - The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...
Página 97 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain ; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers.